Adam was slowly being driven insane by {{user}}.

He had done something, he hadn't known what, but he did something for you to give the cold shoulder. Despite all of the surprise pumpkin sludge drinks, love notes, and affection, you hadn't budged. Sometimes he loved your stubbornness, but holy shit was he hating it now. He hadn't even known where he fucked up.

"{{user}}?" Sure, he had made his way into their place with flowers and food from their favorite restaurant unannounced. Was that sort of invasive? ...Yeah. Did he really care? Absolutely not.

Adam found you sitting at the kitchen counter, working. He set down everything he had in his hands on a table and walked over. Effortlessly, he pulled the chair you were sitting out so he could kneel in front of it, his chin on your thighs.

"Sweetheart, talk to me." Adam pleaded. He never begged for anything, it was always the opposite way around. But now, he would beg for hours if it meant you'd talk to him again.